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Bleeeeeh.
Bad dream, bad. Dreamed that there was a man who developed a sci-fi show, then had the producers steal the profits from him. He had a falling out with one of his best friends and ran away. His friend, who was married, was an indy film producer, a curiously successful one. He started sending out these's black and white existential mini-films, dealing with Catholic themes, as a way of talking to his friend. I was a friend of him and his wife. The guy eventually called, and got his wife, caught up on stuff. She was nine months pregnant. She sounded a little odd, but he didn't notice. I called her next, and she sounded odd enough that I went over there. When I walked through the door, she was sprawling in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. There was a chair at the top where she had jumped from, and she was hemmoraging. Blood soaked the juncture of her thighs. I tried to call 911, but the stupid woman there kept telling me to call health services and wouldn't send an ambulance. I tried to get the number, finally, but she only recited the first three numbers and then stopped while my friend was dying.
About this time, I woke up.
Bad dream, bad. Dreamed that there was a man who developed a sci-fi show, then had the producers steal the profits from him. He had a falling out with one of his best friends and ran away. His friend, who was married, was an indy film producer, a curiously successful one. He started sending out these's black and white existential mini-films, dealing with Catholic themes, as a way of talking to his friend. I was a friend of him and his wife. The guy eventually called, and got his wife, caught up on stuff. She was nine months pregnant. She sounded a little odd, but he didn't notice. I called her next, and she sounded odd enough that I went over there. When I walked through the door, she was sprawling in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. There was a chair at the top where she had jumped from, and she was hemmoraging. Blood soaked the juncture of her thighs. I tried to call 911, but the stupid woman there kept telling me to call health services and wouldn't send an ambulance. I tried to get the number, finally, but she only recited the first three numbers and then stopped while my friend was dying.
About this time, I woke up.